As the world stopped spinning around them, Christy finally allowed herself to crack her eyes open. The scenery around her spun as her head continued to reel from the intense journey she'd just endured and she had to wait for a few moments, to adjust. Though to what, she had yet to found out. Embarrassed, she released Jeffrey and rubbed her forehead. Though she had barely twitched, she felt exhausted - as though she had exerted a large amount of effort. How odd. 

Their surroundings had clearly altered drastically. It was nothing like the cosy, antique time-travellers' house they'd left behind. Instead, dusty rubble remains mattered the floor around them and the only signs of life was the thick, green coating of weeds that burst from the crumbling, abandoned bricks. It was both disorientating...and sad. 

Unspeaking, Christy untangled herself from the seat and stepped forward, caution colouring her confidence. She listened - no talking, engine sounds or car alarms. It was the oddest thing. She swivelled on her heel to look at Jeffrey, who was muttering to himself and looking just as disconcerted as she felt. It occurred to her to glance back at the display which blinked the year - 4096. 

"4096? What happened?!" she spluttered, "Did the machine work? Is this what becomes of London?"

It was a sobering revelation.